Lisa Bondurant

I spend my time raising kids, gathering eggs, cutting wood, scoping out trees for tapping, making syrup in the last days of winter, watching my garden NOT grow in the summer, writing, wishing that there were more hours on the clock for sleeping.

Friday, February 22, 2013

A Bit Of Wild Magic

Growing up on the mountain I remember that every now and then we would find a bit of wild magic.
The magic came in the smallest form, in the unlikeliest place. On the quiet side of the yard, where wild thyme grew and mossy patches made soft bright carpets among tufts of bluegrass and wild flowers, we would find tiny bowl like holes in the ground. These perfectly round bowls would be no bigger then our cereal bowls and lined with bits of clover and soft, soft downy fur. Inside there would be the tiniest, soft as velvet little gray beings with big brown eyes looking back at us. A bowl of little bunnies waiting for their mother to come back and nurse. I am sure that my words cannot quite paint the picture of how incredibly cute they were, or how we felt as if we looked into the very eyes of fairies and angels, when we looked into their tiny world of clover and fur.
As Spring and Easter approached this year, my mind kept going back to these sweet bubbles of new life and I longed to see them again. Below are photos of my handmade wild magic selling now in my Etsy shop.